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As I was going to work one fine morning I saw a bird – I think it is ‘myna’- busily pecking a piece of disposed food under a tree. In the next minute I saw another bird of the same kind fluttering towards it to take its share of the morning blessings. The bird which has got the first meal quickly took its food and flew away. The poor second bird watched helplessly moving its head aimlessly in great disappointment. As I watched the entire scene, I felt a strong sense of giving the selfish bird a lesson on sharing. How am I going to do this? Either I breed some of the birds and teach them the instinct of sharing. Well, I do not know whether I can make them more caring. Selfish in animals and us is a programmed instinct of not allowing anyone into your territory and assets. It can be useful at times. But, we have to let go a little to your fellow being. At that moment I felt a sense of shame to my self as I am also part of the selfish game in this world. I also sensed that there are ‘Hol...

O h Thee spring forth out of The Truth An exemplary conduct in this living truce Thy Soul shines through time and space Unfolding the subtle secrets of living maze All thy Blessed Companions of your time All Servants all Saints singing chime Emulate thee in spiritual chains Like Showering rain on parched grains Thy name I wrote in my tenderness On my left arm out of love Will thou not make me a winner here and above And blot my defects and make me sinless

Stay Beside Me O Prophet We saw thy holy name On a Saturday evening sky As the horizon smiled with fame And my two companions made to sigh The vision of thy presence up high The clouds as greyish ink Our tired eyes refreshed blink With pleasant hearts’ awe Our souls with love did bow Oh Prophet how that I am in thy soul For every word and thought unmissed Uplifting the spiritual valor Making me feel like a billionare

Once More Oh Prophet thou had invited me How fortunate i can be Standing in a desert under a lonely shady tree Spiritual still to spree Thou has placed thy golden hands And made mine into magic wands i could have been a dirt in your lifetime But thou has given me spirtual confidence And made me walk with prudence After the convention clandestine Like the morn mist When i touched thy holy wrist On a roof in a breezy quiet night The sparkling dust Be the witness entrust over the secret of that lofty sight Give the world Or a river of gold For i do not touch a bit For i only want the incident repeat To touch thy hands and kiss thy feet Oh Prophet, my spiritual light thou lit

Muhammad Frowned One day when Muhammad was preaching There came a blind man to the scene Interupting to know the Beyond But Muhammad at him frowned His heart was sincere to receive The Message from the above Only the world did the Meccans love And this Muhammad did not perceive From where did we came?, we forget Nothing but from a filth liquid thrown Where we are heading to?, Man often regret Our lives are on loan So heed the words of Allah and Rasul Do not reject faith and be a fool Live in this world like the droplets On the velvety flower petals

THE COMING OF THE ARCHANGEL GABRIEL Muhammad sought loneliness Retired to Hira, sat amidst its darkness As the night of Arabia swept through He was up there as the cold wind blew As Muhammad was in deep thought An angel appeared in sight Asked him to read which he knew not For he could not read or write Muhammad spoke with fright And said he could not recite Gabriel embraced him thrice Five verses to memorize Took his energy, fled from the site Rushed home to his beloved spouse Shivering with fear through the night Kadijah comforted him in his house Waraqah, a monotheist in belief And made Muhammad relief For its the same angel who visited Moses And the other Prophets and Jesus. [angel] [arabia] [lady] [possessed]

The next morning It was as routine as before. Got up for prayers and off to work. I was still remembering the dream last night. I told my friend about the dream. Guess what he told me. He told it was a good dream. If it were a bad I would not have told him. I still continued with my salawat or darood on Prophet Muhammad. I had the habit of chatting with friends in the Internet. Suddenly I lost interest and sought to look for Prophet Muhammad life's story. I found a site of his grandson Hazareth Hussein. Imam Hussein was the grandson of Prophet Muhammad. Prophet Muhammad loved Imam Hussein. I also realized that Imam Hussein was killed because of power craze. The history of Imam Hussein really saddened me. I knew about Imam Hussein story only vaguely. But when I understood it completely, something came over me and I sobbed tremendously. I do not know the reason for this. How could this happen to a grandson of a Prophet. It happened 50 years after the passing of our Prophet. Read t...